“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I figured right away that you’ve got some way of sliding around them. Otherwise it would take more than two of us to do the job.”
“You’ve got a head on you, Cliff,” said Clipper admiringly. “Well, you’ve got the right lay — although I’ll surprise you when I give you the inside. What d’you think is Bodine’s weakness?”
“Too many bodyguards!”
“Why?”
“He isn’t paying them enough, probably,” Cliff explained. “He’d be better off with two — giving them as much as he’s handing five.”
“That’s it.” Clipper nodded. “Well, here’s the low-down. One of the five has squealed. He’s let out somethin’ that nobody knew.”
“Which is—”
“That Bodine’s layout up at the Goliath Hotel is a blind. He’s got his real hideout somewhere else. Those five bodyguards are all baloney. He don’t need any. Those guys get paid for doin’ nothin’ but keeping mum. They’re not supposed to know where his hideout is — but one of them found out and spilled the dope.”